Gonna take off all my skin
Tear apart all of my insides
When they rot from within
Mom, I dont think youll be saved
They never had the time
Theyre gonna medicate your lives
You were always born a crime
We salute you in your grave
Cant find my way home
But its through you and I know
What Id do just to get back in her arms
Cant find my way home
But its through you and I know
What Id do just to get back in her arms
I have markers
I seven different shades, oh, shit
So whats your favorite color, punk?
So, you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph
Cause Im your biggest fan
Would you leave me lying here?
Were not here to pay a compliment or sing about the government
Oxycodone genocide, adolescent suicide
Ill give you my sincerity, a fck about a Kennedy
Heres what Ive got to say
Cant find my way home
But its through you and I know
What Id do just to get back in her arms
Cant find my way home
But its through you and I know
What Id do just to get back in her arms
No way home, why, no way home, why
Weve got to go, weve got to go, weve got to go
No way home, why, no way home, why
Weve got to go, weve got to go, weve got to go
Cant find my way home
But its through you and I know
What Id do just to get back in her arms
Cant find my way home
But its through you and I know
What Id do just to get back, well, in her arms
Cant find the way, cant find the way
I cant find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I cant find the way, I cant find the way
I cant find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on angel, dont you cry
Come on angel, dont you cry
Come on angel, dont you cry
Come on angel, dont you cry